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He knows. It was just me and him -- him eyeing me and tugging at my slacks, me caressing his fur, beginning to pant slightly, feeling my nipples rise, a sudden dampness between my legs. That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman at least this woman can handle. Mike circles me and paws my bottom in his lovely gesture of familiarity and matehood.

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I won't respond, however, to rote "Hi babe, what's up? I shift my butt, and he grasps me tighter, his haunches slapping my rear. It went back in with no trouble. I can smell myself too, feel the sopping wetness between my legs, drenching my pubic hair, coating my upper thighs. He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. He knows my slightest movement, all my odors, what they all signify, and the language between us.

I eye his lovely balls, they look so heavy and full. Then I tease. Fit To Be Tied For a woman -- at least for this woman -- no more lustful, beautiful, or sexually fulfilling experience exists than being tied by a large male dog. I hear myself moaning, like sounds somehow outside myself, almost a frenzy of sounds. He surges against me so strongly that my teeth shake.

As such, it wasn't that unusual an experience for us -- yet its very "everydayness" surely gives some inkling of the truly boundary-shattering type of loving that has, for us, become almost conventional. I yearn, I ache to give him back an ounce of the pleasure he lavishes in me, and my hands move to my sides where I clasp his mittened paws and caress the strong forelegs embracing me.

An odor emanates from it, a very sexual musky odor that permeates my membranes, erects goosebumps on my face and neck and breasts, makes me moan. Mike is so steamed up that his beautiful muscular haunches are involuntarily thrusting in the air. He felt heavy on top of me, not uncomfortable, it was a good, sexy feeling. He is dancing foot-to-foot, strutting, impatient to mate, wanting me with all his canine intensity.

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He kept his hands on my hips and pulled my into him. His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly. Feeling his body weight on me was such an additional turn on. He then pressed it into me and it was slow to go in at first, but it finally made its way in. I turn on all fours and present to him, lifting my rear, spreading my knees.

More than the orgasm, as shaking and earth-shattering an experience as that can be, it is the experience of being tied to a dog, the locking of loins, the total oneness with this beautiful four-footed creature that the knot-tie symbolizes and makes possible. When I was a very young girl and awakening to my first feelings of sexual longings and possibilities, I never dreamed in my wildest fantasies that the overwhelming, utterly transporting and transcendent event of sexual orgasm could be such a totally life-changing, body-blossoming -- yes, and addictive -- explosion of growth and sensory awareness.

What I am feeling, I know, is the sexual happiness of a woman -- call it ecstasy, bliss, what you will -- but it feels so right, so beautiful that this is happening. And to such people our "bestial" relationships may indeed look like something unholy and perverted. I shift against him again, and his response is to grasp me even tighter, and I feel another hot, internal surge so forceful that it makes me gasp.

I was purposely not touching myself because I knew that as soon as I did I was going to cum. Once he pressed his cock all the way in I was ready to orgasm. I was gripping the bed sheets and burying my face trying not to moan too loudly. His big purple cock laced with dilated vessels -- how can I possibly take it, I always wonder -- drips juice as my scents season the air.

More than ever, I am convinced that male dogs and women have a special though often repressed affinity for each other, as I have written in a previous posting. I bitch-strut the room, thrusting my breasts and butt -- it feels so good to do this, wantonly, openly, letting go all the repressions of the day and week, becoming woman in ways I don't dare to do in the dress-up world I inhabit day-in day-out.

It did not last long, but I really enjoyed it and the feeling of it growing hard in my mouth. Moaning loudly and gripping me hard, he thrust deep and harder than before as he released inside of me. He followed seconds after me. I didn't need to do much because I started cuming everywhere just a few moments after I initially reached down. This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves me so intensely that I invariably shed a tear.

I swallow it and smile at him. He just massaged the outside for awhile and it drove me wild. I kneel. Then his tongue is in my mouth, sliding, slick, moving inside my cheeks, tasting his own penis juices, spilling his saliva till it bubbles from my lips. I have often written about this experience before in "A Woman's View" series, etc. Weeping, I whisper, whisper words of such intimacy, words that cannot here be revealed, words that surely few humans have ever uttered to an animal, at least in this day and age.

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He asked me to lay flat after a couple minutes and he tried to follow me down with erotic gay speed dating fish haven cock in me, but it slipped out. Perhaps to place such emphasis upon the wonderful climax, the orgasm that shakes a woman to her roots and causes her to cry out in helpless irrationality to this wolf-like mammal that has entered her body and clasps her tightly, is a false emphasis.

For me, however, it did not happen in all its joyous fullness until, in my late twenties, I began mating with canines. Being tied is such a wondrous way for a woman to be held, cherished, and totally possessed that I yearn to do justice to the experience, to explore and re-experience every nuance of the experience -- yet I'm not sure that this is even possible by way of words.

My nipples look absurdly large, feel ready to burst; my breasts itch and tingle, feelings accentuated by the pressure of his forelegs against my sides. We are one organism now, tight clasped male and female, a dog and a woman doing their age-old creative dance together. The pressure of his love clasp between my legs mounts. He didn't go all the way in at first, just a couple inches, but with each gentle thrust he went further.

It was uncontrollable, I was experiencing pleasure like never before. This "revere" basking period sometimes lasts for -- how can I say how long, time becomes the last thing on my mind. He positioned his legs outside of mine and guided his cock back into my ass. Back to the sex. I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it.

I lick the hard, hot length of it and again sip its trickling tip. Even for me, the sight of a woman and a dog copulating is one of the most beautifully haunting visions I ever hope to see. I feel his knot slide into me, wet sucking sounds, and then his dark-furred balls are erotic gay speed dating fish haven against my labia, his knot pulsing and swelling in my vagina.

I don't know what my lover makes of my moanings and head tossings beneath him, but he is surely used to them by now, and I want to convey to him somehow -- yes, to this dog -- the intense pleasure he is giving me.

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Very quickly he no longer needs my hand guidance his hot hardness is in me. He was clearly turned on by this and he neared orgasm as I was humping my hand that was pressed between my cock and the mattress. Finally one of his fingers slipped in and slowly massaged me. I can best illustrate these feelings, I guess, by describing a recent transcendent experience of sex that I had with Mike, my golden retriever and partner of some six years.

He fountains my excitement and I feel my head thrashing, feel a drool of his saliva on the back of my neck, his furred chest weighing on me -- and inside me, a sensation of surging, jetting heat, rousing little prickles and tickles and sudden hot flushes so deep inside. I wiggle my butt to break the spell -- still teasing -- turn around, and take his beautiful cock, long and slick, into my hands.

He put some more lube on his fingers and slid them between my butt cheeks. For the women I know who have opened themselves literally! My cock was dripping pre-cum everywhere. I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue. It is time. I don't know how he makes me so hot, but he does. The happiness and pleasure they lavish on each other just overflows.

Often a woman will not even be aware of her behaviors around a male dog -- behaviors that shine most obviously to a woman who recognizes the feelings that lie behind such obvious "flirting. I'm not saying that a man or another woman cannot bring this about in a woman. He smells my ripe readiness, and on all fours I strut out my butt, can't help it when he's so close.

His wetness fills my mouth, overflows onto my chin and cheeks. His thrusts became a little harder, but he was pretty gentle the whole time. I felt pinned down as he fucked me from behind. I kiss his mouth, give him mine, and lick his wet tongue. He positioned himself behind me and put his hands on my hips just that moment alone makes me hard and ready to cum again.

His odor fills my nostrils, inflames me to my core, and I become conscious of a feeling of hollowness deep in my belly. My pleasure is so intense it verges on pain. I have seen too many women all but present themselves sexually and symbolically to male dogs to believe otherwise. In the many accounts I have read in White Shadow and other places of the dog-woman sexual experience most of them, I realize, are probably fantasythe author very quickly cuts to the climactic scene -- but in real life, Erotic gay speed dating fish haven find the foreplay experience between my dog and myself to be wondrously erotic.

I felt his cock press against my hole and he slowly rubbed the head of his cock up and down. Then a second finger made its way in and I was doing everything I could to not grab my cock because I knew I would cum. Something feels electric in my very core. I feel his little snorts of breath as he inhales the breath of my womanhood, kisses my labia with his tongue, sending ripples and shudders all the way to my scalp.

I dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. He was moaning loudly and telling me how amazing my ass felt. Erotic gay speed dating fish haven pheromones, his hormones meeting mine. I have practiced with dildos, fingers, and small cock-like veggies It was a full feeling in my ass with a little pressure, but also lots of pleasure.

Mike greeted me as I entered the house, bathed my face in tongue greeting -- and suddenly my fatigue vanished. Anyways, he got out some lube after a couple minutes of me sucking him and started rubbing it on his cock. I want him to feel my body as a marvelous kiss of his own, a lovely caress and licking and fondling of the beautiful penis and knot I hold in me.

I quickly glove his forelegs with socks to guard my back and sides from his passion on me, and he prances and licks and whines, knowing totally what this means and promises, his big thing bouncing under him, flicking penis juices on my hands. I reach an arm behind my shoulder, caressing his lovely head. Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week.

I erotic gay speed dating fish haven it lightly, so hot and rigid in my hands. I started to help and told him how badly I wanted to feel his cock inside me. By "tied," I mean the insertion of the dog's knot, the swollen area of his cock that swells even larger after insertion into the vagina.